M-u-s-i-c

It's drivin' me crazy

The way you describe it

How funny, how sad

I think that it's tragic

That there's no magic

In what you do

What was playing in the background or in your head

When you and your sweetheart danced for the very first time

When your friends and you are laughing

When you're sad and you are crying

When you're off beat and you're dancing

When you're leaving and there is no returning

M-u-s-i-c

Music's life to me

Finally it's time for me to tell my story

I'm a singer born and raised in Turkey

Tryin' to do my music without gettin' naked

Without a pop CD and without faking

'Cuz it's time to prove the world that we can make it

If you really born to do it, you don't need to fake it

People with a good heart will understand and love it

People with prejudice, they just won't get it

"Forget it!" producers said to me

I was only 19 when offered a record deal

"Do this, do that, and get us some cash"

I won't do it even if you strike with a lash

Whoever's in it for the money, I pity

Whoever thinks it's easy, I pity

Transcribe, transpose, arrange and redo it

Did I go all through this 'cuz I was stupid?

God knows there are times I feel that way

But then I look at Ella, Billie, Sarah, and I pray

No matter what I'm singin', I'll be singin' with my heart

Nothing can make me and my music fall apart

I said do you have the heart

To swing it with your heart